Welcome to the fourth and final part of Savage Love’s very special How Sleaze
Is Lived in America series: Sleazy Anonymous Gay Meetings. This week we hear from
gay men who met their true loves in bathhouses, in porn store video booths, at
jerk-off parties, and in toilets at late, great Penn Station. But before we begin,
I would like to thank my friend, colleague, and former college roommate, Ann Landers.
It was Ann’s series of “we met cute” columns that inspired my series of “we met
sleazy” columns. This one’s for you, Ann!
My partner and I met 10 years ago at a baseball-themed jerk-off party. Everyone
at the party was assigned to a “baseball team” and given an identifying arm
band (I was blue, he was red). Then we were turned loose in a huge jerk-off
session. Each time you blew a load you had the bartender mark down a “run” on
the scoreboard for...